Everything was red. Her hair, her knuckles, her vision. Red was the color that surrounded the hole in the wall where her first had gone through, red was the color of her skin. The neighbors were becoming increasingly disturbed by the amount of times Red had screamed profanities at the top of her lungs, how every one was punctuated by shattering glass against the wall. It didn't take long at all until the police were called to rectify the situation at hand, but it didn't stop Mara from screaming and lashing out at the officers around her until she had to be forcibly restrained and put into cuffs. Like a rabid dog on a catcher's pole, she was led away and escorted to her own personal cell.

The call you got came much later and the chief of police himself decided to explain the situation to you.

"She's feral, that woman. Tried to bite one of my best officers and would have gone straight through the bone, I swear," the man on the other side of the line said with a sigh. "The apartments about destroyed, she's not going to be able to live there until she hires a cleaning crew to clean it all out."

But despite all that, you still came to get her out. You were led to a room in the back of the station, one away from most of the holding cells until you were met with Mara's. When the door opened, you were greeted with the sight of the redhead locked up with not only handcuffs, but leg cuffs as well that were attached to the wall. Once released, she shoved past both you and the officer, starting the long walk home.

Not a word was said to you on that walk home. Not one.

When you got to the apartment, the damage was obvious. Feathers from the couch littered the floor and glass was scattered among them. The TV had been destroyed, the screen shattered as it laid on the floor. The redhead turned to look at you with a glare.

"Now you've seen it. Happy?" And though those words were filled with venom, she collapsed to the floor and began to cry.

You?